“Yes. Did you watch the whole movie?” I asked, surprised.
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
“I fell asleep too.”
“I knew it!”
I smacked his chest, and he caught my wrist, pulling me between his thighs. His other hand moved to the small of my back, and I leaned into the heat radiating from his body.
“I should go,” I said quietly.
“Why?”
“It’s late.”
His thumb drew circles on the inside of my wrist. “I don’t want you to go. Stay.”
He looked at me as if I were a precious object. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had looked at me in the same way. I knew what he was asking.
“What about Noah?” I asked, resting my hands on his shoulders.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet so you don’t wake him up.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Me? Maybe you’ll be the one hollering.”
He chuckled.
“You think I’m being funny?”
“You’re cute. I don’t holler. I make women holler.” He kissed my chin. “Will you stay?”
“Yes. I’ll stay.”
His lips found mine in a kiss filled with desire and promise, breaking away to stand and lead me down the hallway to his bedroom.
He closed the door quietly, and then his hands were on me again, sliding my shirt over my head. We quickly removed our clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room. There was no awkward fumbling, just two people intent on finally exploring the chemistry between us.
When we were both naked, he backed me toward the bed, and my knees hit the mattress. I sat down and leaned back on my hands to look up at him.
His body was magnificent. Golden brown skin covered muscles in his thighs, torso, and arms.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered in a rough voice.
He joined me on the bed and pushed me back onto the pillows, his mouth finding mine again and kissing me with a deep, searching exploration. He caressed my breasts and traced the curves of my waist and hips. When I reached between us to stroke his length, he groaned against my lips.
Skin on skin, we explored each other. His warm, solid body moved on top of mine as his hands slid over the expanse of my stomach to the swell of my breasts. When his mouth closed over one nipple, I gasped, arching my back and grabbing onto the back of his head. He lavished it with attention, licking and sucking until I was writhing beneath him.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. Straddling him, with my thighs bracketing his hips, the hard length of his erection pressed against my core. His large hands spanned my waist, and he looked up at me with something akin to reverence in his eyes.
“Look at you,” he murmured, sliding his hands higher to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, and I arched into his touch, my fingers curling into the soft cotton sheets. “You’re perfect.”
I leaned down to kiss him, my thick hair falling forward and creating a curtain around us. He made a masculine sound of approval deep in his throat, smoothing his hands over my hips, my back, and my thighs.
As the kiss deepened, I ground my pelvis against his, and we both moaned.
“Now. Please,” I whispered.
